The Pokpok and the Plastic Balloon
Ang Pokpok ng Ohio
Grabbing the opportunity of yet another “cultural experience”, Me, Ninz, Teru and her officemates watched the play “Ang Pokpok ng Ohio” at the CCP. I don’t know why, maybe it was the rain, but I was in a somber mood after the play. Although I enjoyed it immensely, it was quite heavy for me take.
It’s the story of a woman void of dead-end misery and hopelessness and a man’s palpable anguish of his dissipated bravado.
A poetic drama of lost dreams, lost causes, lost opportunities. It really made me sad. God, I hope that I will never experience those.
The Plastic Balloon
Going home, we were at the terminal waiting for the FX to arrive. With nothing to do, Teru took out 3 plastic balloons. She opened hers and started blowing. She was able to make 3, and oblivious to the people in the terminal, she started taking pictures of us with the balloons. Wow, I was genuinely having fun.
Who would have thought this was how a very “cultured” night would end?
Thanks to Teru and her plastic balloons. From being in a somber mood, I was transported back to the time of my childhood and the magic of plastic balloons.
Life is so simple when you are a child.
It is the time where dreams are possible, causes, attainable and opportunities, endless.
And before I went to sleep, I uttered a prayer of thanks. I may have had a couple of missteps, but I’m glad I was able to stand up and start over again. I closed my eyes, comforted with the thought that tomorrow will be another chance for me to dream, to achieve and to conquer.
